[It's a bit of a juggling act with just one hand, but he manages. The water ends up in the kettle, and he puts it on to heat. He wracks his mind for something to say that won't make them both want to throw up, but it's kind of difficult. This is the only thing that's happened lately-Shika is gone. So far no amount of searching for remains or standing around in empty baseball diamonds hopefully has changed that. Even daring to venture out and look around at night...nothing. There was just nothing. Almost like he'd never been there at all. And that thought really is sickening. Yosuke hurries to change the subject.]

It was nice out today. Sunny. A nice temperature, not so chilly. I still can't believe how different the summers are here to the ones at home.